Twas the night before Christmas. As I sit in my Goddess chair. On my phone ignoring you. But like a dummy you stare. Stay close, pull out your cash, spend all your funds. While my suckable toes dance before your eyes like sugar plums.

Twas the night before Christmas. As I sit in my Goddess chair. On my phone ignoring you. But like a dummy you stare. Stay close, pull out your cash, spend all your funds. While my suckable toes dance before your eyes like sugar plums.